by
Peter
ello, again. I'm Crazy Cricket. You might remember me from past stories I told you about my tarantula friends, Spock who died and left me alone and Harriet, the tarantula who I met in a pet store, and the mall people took her to the back and I didn't see her again.Well now, I'm here to tell you about my journey to find a home. All the animals and I split up. All the crickets, including me, stayed together. We decided to find a home together. I was still sad, because both of my tarantula friends had died, and I missed them. I was still mad at the mall people for putting Harriet "to sleep". But now me and the rest of the crickets were ready to find a new home. Since it was night-time, we all had to stop and sleep. I couldn't sleep, though. I was still thinking about Harriet. Plus, there were lots of noises outside, which made it harder. The next morning, we all woke up and continued the journey. We passed an ice cream store, which made me hungry. But no one else was, so we didn't stop. I was beginning to think that I should travel on my own. I din't even know these other crickets, and they were starting to get on my nerves. So, I walked away from them. I decided to travel on my own. When I did, I went back to the ice cream place. Someone had dropped a cone on the ground, so I ate off of it. Of course there was still some ice cream in it. I licked it. "Mmmm, chocolate" I said. I liked chocolate. Soon it became night again. I was actually getting scared. No one was around to comfort me. But then I heard something. Something muttering my name. "Crazy, Crazy". I looked up. There was Harriet! "Harriet!" I shouted "I thought you were dead." "No," Harriet replied, "What the mall people did was put me in a cage in the back of the store. But I escaped again, and now I'm here." So Harriet and I started the journey again to find a new home. We walked and walked. Soon we came to a house. We read the mailbox. It said Rands and Fletcher. We walked down the long, gravel, driveway. We went in the house when a lady came out and started to garden. We quickly ran in before the door slammed shut. We went downstairs. We saw a mouse hole. We walked in there. We didn't see any mice. So we decided to make a home here. It wouldn't be too hard, because there was already mini furniture for us. There was even a television. We soon discovered that it had cable. There was also lots of food in here. So now, Harriet and I still live in the mouse hole, happily. I realize this was a short tale, but that is what happened.
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